Chapter 5 - The Wedding

"I'm really nervous about this…" Bulla said, squeezing Goten's hands tightly.

"Don't worry. Nothing is gonna happen. I promise."

Bulla hmphed in exasperation. "How can you be so calm about this?"

It was their wedding day. Actually, they were at the reception, on the opposite side of the dance hall from their family. The whole wedding had been a secret from Vegeta and Trunks. Everyone else – the women especially – had been instrumental in both helping to plan it and keep it secret from the media and Bulla's male relations. Bulma and Marron particularly had don an exceptional job in distracting their somewhat volatile husbands – exactly how, Bulla tried not to think about. But even though they hadn't said anything or acted oddly, she had the odd feeling that somehow they knew. Or at least, she was sure her father did.

"Woman, why didn't you tell me the wedding as today?"

"Because, Vegeta, I saw what you did at their last wedding. I'm not going to let you ruin our little girl's big day again."

"I don't intend to blast anything." Yet, he admitted to himself. While what he said was strictly true, he couldn't promise anything if the brat pissed him off. But he wasn't going to say anything to his wife. Personally, he liked having his eardrums intact.

Bulma just rolled her eyes. "Somehow, that's not at all comforting." She looked up in time to see Bulla and Goten heading their way. "Be nice," she whispered to Vegeta. He just growled slightly.

"Hi… uh, hi Daddy," Bulla said, going pink and obviously worrid.

"Hiya, Vegeta!" Goten said in his usual cheerful tone. He even went so far as to slap the older Saiyan on the back. Bulla looked absolutely flabbergasted. Does he not realize how serious this is?

"Hmph."

Bulla was distracted from her now husband's bold greeting. While he wasn't exactly being friendly, he wasn't overly angry. "Um… You're not… mad at me… are you?"

"About what?"

"About the wedding…" She was really worried now. He was too calm. Vegeta shouting she was used to. His calm acceptance? Completely disconcerting.

"You mean my only daughter marrying Kakkarott's second brat?"

"Yeah… heh heh… that…" Her chuckle was absolutely humorless.

"Of course I'm mad."

"Vegeta!" Bulma hissed, shoving him hard. He didn't seem to notice. "Don't listen to him, honey. He's happy for you, really."

"Like hell I am," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Both women ignored him. "Well, in that case… I love you two." She hugged her mother and smiled weakly at her father. "Really. Thank you. And I'll…. seeyouafterthehoneymoon." And with that, she ran off, dragging a grinning Goten behind her.

Vegeta snorted and started reconsidering killing – or at least injuring – Goten. But all his evil plans were interrupted as Bulma dragged him onto the dance floor.

"C'mon, Vegeta, this is my favorite song!"

Bulla released Goten's hand but continued moving through the crowd. She turned back quickly to make sure her father wasn't following them, but after a couple steps she bumped into someone and was knocked flat on her ass. Goten carefully helped her up. He'd already gotten yelled at for ruffling her dress.

"Sorry," Bulla muttered and dusted herself off. But the apologetic look on her face dissolved when she noticed who she had run into. "Oh, hi Trunks…" she laughed nervously. She was almost as worried about Trunks' reaction as she was about her father's. But then she noticed what he was wearing. "TRUNKS!" she yelled. "What the hell! This is a wedding!"

Trunks didn't know how to react. This was what he always wore. It may not be appropriate for a black tie event, but he didn't own a suit. And since this was probably the only time he'd actually be wearing it, he hadn't seen the point in buying one. Luckily for him, Goten saved him from having to reply. "Hey Trunks! Long time no see!"

"Long time no see?" Bulla repeated. Goten just saw him yesterday… They had dinner together after the rehearsal…

"Yeah, I guess it's been quite a while in your time, ne?"

Goten nodded, grinning. "Yeah. About… let's see… 25 years ago? Give or take, anyway. Man, I wasn't expecting you."

"Didn't really think you would be. But I told my mom about everything and she said I should come. Oh, and of course," he held up the camera in his hands, "she wanted me to take a couple pictures of you guys. The ship only has room for one, you know."

"Okay, you guys are freaking me out," Bulla said, totally confused. "I mean… what are you guys talking about? 25 years? You guys went to the game yesterday, remember? You met up at your favorite restaurant, too. And Trunks, why the hell are you wearing that? Aside from being COMPLETELY inappropriate, I've never even seen you in those clothes before." Though they were oddly familiar. Maybe she'd seen them on tv or something?

Trunks just shrugged. "That's probably because you've never met me."

Bulla raised an eyebrow, looking from Goten to Trunks and back. "Would one of you care to explain?" Goten laughed, and slowly scanned the crowd. Finding who he was looking for, he pointed and turned her attention to the figure about 50 yards away. "But… but…" she now looked from the Trunks in front of her… to the almost identical Trunks dancing with Marron. "Okay, I definitely need an explanation. NOW."

Trunks laughed slightly. She reminded him of his mom in a weird sort of way. "I'm Trunks. From the timeline where the androids actually killed everybody." He extended his hand. After staring at it for a moment, she took it.

"But… how did you know to come?"

He shrugged. "I think Goten had better explain it. I only came to take a couple pictures and say hi. I managed to get quite a few of everybody so far. I can't stay long, though. Now that the Trunks here is… well… older than me, it's just weird. It might get confusing if someone realizes I'm not your brother."

"Yeah, just a little," Goten said sarcastically.

Mirai quickly took a couple pictures of the happy couple and said his farewell. Bulla gave him an awkward hug. It was weird – she was older than her older brother.

"Goten?" she asked when Mirai had left.

"Yeah, B-chan?"

"Are you going to explain that?"

"Yep."

"And why my dad isn't going crazy about this?"

"Yep."

"When?"

"After the honeymoon."

Everyone was seeing off the happy couple. Apparently, they were going on some sort of "honeymoon." Vegeta and Goku had absolutely no idea what this meant – Vegeta had only heard it when Bulla had mentioned it to him earlier. He assumed it was some sort of asinine Earth tradition that he was just as happy not knowing about. But then he caught the rude gestures Uub and Pan were making and heard Krillin's sarcastic remarks about the "intense Saiyan sparring" that they would probably be engaging in.

Honeymoon…. Wait… And then the pieces clicked into place for Vegeta. "GOTEN! YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"

Goten smiled evilly, scooping his bride into his arms and putting his fingers to forehead. Vegeta's fist hit nothing but air. The couple was already miles away.

Glad I made Dad teach me that…

AN: Well, that's it! Hope you enjoyed my probably only attempt at a humor fic ever. Thanks for reading!